Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Micronesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ronan to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
Smog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
The Vogues,
Alphaville,
Tropical Tobacco,
Matthew Bourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Prince Buster,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
The Sonics,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Crash Course in Science,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
Letta Mbulu,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
John Lydon,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crime,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
Nik Kershaw,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
Unrelated Segments,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Sam Rivers,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.